Nothing to Say

Back at the tableAnd nothing to saySat down with their fableAnd saw how it paidSaw how to be humbleAnd take what you gotNever again to grumbleAnd grow angry at the rotSaw my spirituality fumbleFrom the side of my cotTo the sound of a distant rumbleOf their anger, in the nameOf our Holy creatorThat they have bought shameIn the arrogance of the statement“We kill, they can’t be tamed"Thrown into the fermentAnd glorify an unholy name